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Chapter VIII Chapter, its fire will be destroyed, his heart will lose!

But Lin Yun is still a gamble, no return, sacrificed the last form of seven killing boxes.

The vast murderous, condensed is a strong black fog, Lin Yun stands in the moment of this fist.

In the absenteeous black fog, suddenly like a life, the black fog, which followed, and concentrated in Lin Yun.

The seven heavy Zappa swordsmen, the armor has already broken, and the scars are tired.

They roared, swords, and all swords.

Boom!

The seven swords of the hovered on the top, suddenly rolling and falling, and the Lin Yun was covered.

The same is awkward, and the sky is dazzling, and it is like a seven rounds of Japan.

Lin Yun shakes, and it is bloody, and it is .

It seems that even if there is no such seven swords, he will fall down, he will fall, his flesh is under the killing, has already reached the limit.

It's full of long and chaotic dancing, Lin Yun biting his teeth, hard to let himself fall.

His hands did not stop printing, this seven killing fists are too amazing, and he is amazingly amazing.

But the first time to sacrifice this seven killing, it is still difficult, he can feel the concentrated killing of the concentration, and reach an unprecedented horrific.

The energy of terror, even if it is in the peak state, it is difficult to control it.

"Is the limit? Can the limit are used to break!

Lin Yun crazy, the original pound of black murderous, agglomerated, is a little dark ask.

That is a pure to the extreme black, like a black hole, can't dare to stare.

Boom!

However, the seven swords of the stars will not take so much, mighty, rolling and fall, seeing Lin Yun into a powder.

Seven killed the seventh style, killing innocent, !

Lin Yun is cold and cold, this is the last form of the boxing method, and finally the complete striker.

After that, the paint and black, like the hand, the sword is written, and write it.

Wink, an old killing appears behind Lin Yun.

When the imagination of the killing, Lin Yun's prestige was mad, actually in a moment, and

The sky is trembled, and the whole road is constantly shaking, as if the coming is coming.

Then, the wind is playing, all beings roar, sound killing.

kill!

kill!

……kill!

Every shouting, the ancient killing of Lin Yun, will condense many, and it is more red.

The seven stars in front of the front, there is a silk crack, like the sound wave, it is impossible to suppress it.

When shouting the seventh sound, the seven stars were completely felt, Lin Yun five fingertips, a punch.

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It has been completely chemically red to kill, whistling, and the seven swords of the fried seven swords are crushed.

Then, the trend is not limited, and the seven injured Ziyi swords will hit it. Only a moment, I am shocked the seven heavy Ziyi swordsman.

kill!

kill!

kill!

The rest of the world is lingering, Lin Yun said, fell to the ground.

Its blood red, that is the candlelight, slowly extinguished.

Unclear killing, suddenly slammed into Lin Yun's minds, and he kept swallowing his knowledge.

How long does it take? Lin Yun will lose his mind and become the magic of being killed.

Aby abyss, dark day.

The so-called taboo is the case, and the power is against the sky, and once the heart is abolished, the cost is also extremely heavy.

When the Tianfu Academy, many disciples, don't say it is seventh style.

The light is practicing, and it is forced to go into the magic.

Lin Yun can calmly, it is extremely very good, it is very good.

However, in this desperate situation, the seventh trick in the world is still a big.

"Haoyue long memory, Jianzong immortals!

At this time, the world suddenly sounded a clear sound, and the

Lin Yunnan's raging killing, suddenly, his thoughts suddenly had a flash of clearing, a flashing.

"Roll!

It is this moment, Lin Yun's sword heart, reburble.

A slightly uncomfortable candle fire, a raging burning, blinking is like a moon.

Boom!

The blood red color in both eyes, the disintegration, gradually dispelled.

In the brain, killing in the mind, under this fierce sword, suddenly being smashed by the ghost crying like a tide.

"so close……"

Lin Yun recovered in the Qingming, and the big mouth was angry and looked back.

Just see the front of the platform, the sword is flush, and a black soul is shrouded above.

Square, it is the other party pulled him.

"Thank you for your predecessors.

Lin Yun hands closed, speaking, thank you.

"It's finally you saved yourself.

There is no much words in the black residual soul, and he has a feeling, even if he does not shoot.

The other party seems to be easy to fall, this little guy is extremely tough to the heart of the sword, just a moment to hold your heart.

Obviously, in the last moment of the candlefire burning, it is fighting against death.

The voice falls, the essence of the residual residue on the platform, and all of them appeared.

The vast spot is gathered in him, just like a light ocean, warm and incomparable.

Lin Yun is placed, his face is immediately rolling, and the color is revealed in the next eye.

He can't talk to the predecessor, sitting, crazy, crazy.

The ninth test is amazing. It is far more than the eighth in front. He has a kind of premonition must be able to break through the sleeper's 11th bottleneck.

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Several breathing time, a silver in the purple house, the suspended purple breeze opened a petal, reaching an amazing ninety-seven flap.

With the swordsmanship, a silver light is spread out from Lin Yun, and a crystal clear purple flower is filled through the entire trial.

The vast violet flower, like a big array, keeps engraving the air thousands of messenger.

These light spots, every drop is a pure and ever-renovation, and the ordinary people do not dare to refine accordingly.

It is a thirst for Lin Yun, he is like a sponge, and it is unparalleled.

Ninety-eight, ninety-nine!

Just after half an minutes, the purple bodes in Lin Yunzhi have risen to ninety-nine petals.

Just a petal, you can promote eleven.

Lin Yun, who is sitting on a knee, exudes crystal clear jade light, he is like a sword embryo, is being polished, it is bright, and it is white.

The horrible breath is on him, keeps accumulating.

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Along with a crisp, Lin Yun opened his eyes.

He spoke, and then bombarded on the platform, hey, the truth was in an instant, and there was a crack to cross the spread, and it was like a blooming purple flower.

Bomb!

When the purple iris blooms to a hundred petals, the whole trip crafted, and the broken fragment was left to the empty.

Lin Yun stood behind him, falling on the eighth seat.

"The fierce battle before, just just let the trip crack, and quickly restore.

After this sword was promoted, the hundred petals were blocked, but they brought him directly.

If this is a full force, bombardment is on Tianling Qi Shi ... "

Lin Yun's eyes flashed into the temper, and now he is a purity of 11th, which has been completely crushed in the true crushed sword.

If you touch the thunderism, a sword can't be out, you can have the other party within ten strokes.

The sword is promoted to the eleventh, then there should be enough real yuan, reverse the purple sword to the nine circle.

The purple swordsman, peerless.

He is really looking forward to, nine turns back to another, Feng Ming Chaoyang's moment, can summon the purple platenary? "It seems that you have a lot of gains.

There is a vicissitudes of life, the black residual soul looks to Lin Yun, and smiled.

He can feel that there is a strong sword in Lin Yunzhi, which should be cultivated to cultivate some kind of shocking sword.

The sword is, it is the most brilliant year of Jianzong, and it is afraid that it can enter the top three or even higher.

Between him, there is some origin that cannot be seen from this sword, it should be some kind of ancient sword.

Jutong also collected the ancient swords, but they were all residual articles, very few such than Lin Yun.

"Sorry, sorry.

Lin Yun listened to the voice, smiled, immersed in joy and forgot the existence of the predecessors.

"Nothing, but I really have some headaches now, give you any rewards.

The black residual soul is helpless.

"Is there a reward?"

Lin Yun is shocked, is it a lot of this after every pass?

When I was bright, I laughed: "It's good to say that my predecessor is so powerful, and it will be enough to give it.

"I have already died for many years, and I have any treasures.

The rules of this place have been given a tyranny everywhere, but I think you have repaired the tyrant, and I have already got a tyrant.

I want to come to you with my Jianzong, it is quite fate.

The black gown said softly. He looked at Lin Yun's look and became a lot.

If the relationship between the other party, Lin Yun is not introduced here.

"This is really clever, and I will take the reward in advance.

Lin Yun smiled slightly, and then smiled.

The harvest is already great, and it is quite open to the remaining rewards.

"I want to ask for a predecessor, my sword has come to the bottleneck, how can I break through?"

He is calm, and some urgently asked.

His more in mind, hoping to get answers more than a reward.

"Tongling swords, at least Tianzhu can barely try to break through, you repair too low, there is no shortcut to go."

I can only understand it yourself, waiting for you to accumulate enough, maybe there will be such a chance to master before the sky.

Black residual soul is not surprised Lin Yun's doubts and sounds softly.

"Is this hard?"

Lin Yun gods are somewhat embarrassing. It doesn't expect to be a natural world. It is so difficult to promote Tongling swords.

At this time, the black residual figure gradually jeopardized, he calmly said: "This defective soul is to be scattered, I will send you away.

"Thank you for your predecessors.

Lin Yun has some sadness, hands with ten, and bending.

After the soul of the soul, the grotto head suddenly had a sword array, and the vortex gave Lin Yun.

Waiting for Lin Yun, the remnant is gradually weak, but when it will be completely dissipated, his mouth shows a smile.

He thought, how many years can you have to pass the nine?

Millennium is difficult!